Life is a game we each must play,

With purpose and design.

The rules of life are in The Book;

The length of it is time.

You may decide to play the game

Without the rules prescribed,

But then you've played another game,

You've played your game..not Mine.

My Plan,

My Purpose,

My Design,

When time has come

And time has gone

You can't get back the time.

It's lost!

It's lost!

And there is no cost

To bring it back again.

The value of each day,

Each hour,

Cannot be measured here

But when we stand

Before our G-d,

A reckoning we will give.

Of each minute spent alone with Him

And each hour in search of play,

But when the hourglass has been tilt

And all the sand there has been split,

We'll wish for longer days.

O, help us Yah, redeem the time,

To think of it as gold,

So when at last we see Your Face

And enter into timeless grace

What glory we'll behold!

"So teach us to number our days,

that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom."

Psalms 90:12-----

HIS WAYS

Walk in the way that I ordain.

Walk in My Ways and give Me praise.

Learn of My Statutes.

My Precepts be thine.

Uphold all My Judgements

And in your time,

The world will stand back

With wonder and say,

"Who is his G-d?"

"Who does he obey?"

For in You alone does Wisdom reside.

And in You alone can mankind abide.

For You are the Wisdom that comes from above

That seeks out and covers Your children with love.

You anoint them,

You call them,

You fill them with grace

And then give them a hunger to seek Your Face.

Oh, how then can man his own plans devise?

When without Your Wisdom it is his demise.

"A man's steps are decided by the LORD;

What does a man know about his own

way?" Proverbs 20:24

ALONE

Like a man in the midst of the ocean alone,

With no where to turn or to plea,

This is the man in the depths of his soul,

This is the man without Me.

O, WHAT IS MAN?

O, what is man that You bow to speak

Such words of wisdom, words so sweet?

To tell him of Your time, Your space,

That he may bask in Your embrace?

O, what is man, so frail, so weak,

Without a chance himself to keep

The purposes of Your plan in time

That he may walk with You Divine?

Your plan of heaven You've made known

To those who live for You alone,

To walk in mercy and in truth,

What man could do it without You?

"When I behold Your heavens,

the work of Your fingers, the moon and the

stars that You set in place,

what is man that You have been mindful of him,

mortal man that You have taken note of him,

that You have made him little

less than divine, and adorned him

with glory and majesty." Psalms 8:4-6

THE SEED

I planted The Seed in the garden of time.

The Seed did blossom and grow.

The Perfume of The Seed fulfilled My desires.

The Blossom was whiter than snow.

The Blossom died and was placed in the earth.

But in three days The Blossom revived.

The Fragrance of Life in the hearts of men,

The Beauty of G-d Glorified!

"I will be to Israel like dew;

He shall blossom like the lily...His